The sound of chuckling children echoed faintly within the dim caverns of the cave. After the long conversation with the chief, Moulin conceded to staying with the tribe until tomorrow morning. Just after he took a step departing the cavern, he could hear the soft murmurs as the chief called for his people and prepare the things Moulin would need.
Gratitude remained inside Moulin's heart. His steps were resounding within the tunnel as he walked silently. Around his neck was the blue crystal necklace glowing and illuminating his way. Moulin secretly felt his mother was still there trying to comfort him, bringing him hope, lighting up his practice. Although it was hard to believe, Moulin chose to convince himself. As pitiful as it sounds, right now, there was no one else there to comfort him... only himself.
"That's a pretty gem you're wearing."
